Automatic Coupon Dispensers

Please don’t bring your small children to the grocery store. I’m serious. I understand that they’ve ruined your life, but heaven forbid anyone else try to enjoy their time out.

Keep them at home. Get a babysitter or a cage or something. I don’t want to see your obnoxious brats throwing canned soup down the aisles. I don’t want to hear them fussing and screaming for a brand new Barbie doll. I definitely don’t want to discover their used diapers in the bathroom stalls.

There are no exceptions. If you think your son or daughter has never misbehaved, you probably have the worst one.

When I was a kid, I was terrible. I hated shopping so much. All I wanted to do was stay at home and play with my Power Rangers. As soon as we’d get to the store, I’d deliberately piss off my mother by running in and out of those self-opening doors. And once that got boring, I’d start pushing grocery carts at the doors to trigger the sensors. It got violent. One time, I almost killed a guy.

It didn’t stop there. Being the chunky child that I was, I often threw tantrums for Chips Ahoy cookies. I’d sneak all sorts of tasty snacks and candies into my mother’s shopping cart. On occasion, she would buy me treats without even realizing it.

Looking back, there was only one thing that kept me calm and quiet at Target. And no, it wasn’t duct tape or Ritalin. My kryptonite was those automatic coupon dispensers.

The Automatic Coupon Dispenser was the greatest toy ever invented. Kids raced to those things like June bugs to Bug Zappers. When I was a youngin’, I’d be absolutely mesmerized by those blinking red boxes of splendor and wonder. I’d rip out coupons and throw them around like confetti.

Unfortunately, as the years went by, the dispensers got smarter. No, they weren’t quite at Skynet level, but speaking from experience, they were definitely smarter than a fifth grader. Using high-tech sensors and timers, they no longer dispensed multiple coupons at once.

I was devastated. I was destroyed. I needed that extra coupon. I needed that extra twenty cents off of Rogaine. No, I wasn’t a balding twelve year old. I just wanted the satisfaction of pulling that damn coupon.

Oh well. At least I still had my previous coupons. And trust me, I had quite the collection. My favorite was a coupon for a free “female enhancement” product. To this day, I have no idea what it was supposed to enhance. And frankly, I don’t want to know.

Clearly my relationship with automatic coupon dispensers was a tad unsettling. Why was I so obsessed with them? Why did we share such a strong connection? Perhaps I was a coupon dispenser in a past life.

Yup, that explains everything. In my past life, I was an automatic coupon dispenser. I spent my days hiding in grocery store aisles. As families came by, I’d unsuspectingly flash them and shoot my load. Kids loved it. They’d get pleasure from having something to play with.

Yikes. That sounded awful. On second thought, maybe I was a pedophile in my past life. Maybe I was Michael Jackson.

Yup, that explains everything even better. I was definitely Michael Jackson. Don’t rule it out because we were alive at the same time. We actually weren’t. The real Michael Jackson died long before I was born. Record labels didn’t want to lose money, so they replaced him with a random white girl. Hence the appearance.

I should have given her my female enhancement coupons.

108 Comments Add yours

  1. Manda says:

    I loved those things!!

  2. EKa says:

    I remember those! They brought such joy to my life! My grocery store doesn't ave them though… I would run up to them, pull five coupons out and give them to my momma. "Here, go save 25 cents on Healthy Choice!" And don't even get me STARTED on the deli order numbers!

    Pft. Michael Jackson. I have a theory that he's "Biological" transformer. xP

  3. sarahc says:

    I too enjoyed those coupon dispensers. To this day I still like to peek at the coupon and pull it out even if I don't need it, haha. Let the store employees come after me if they are so inclined. =) I'm sure I can plaster on my bitch face, lmao.

    Did you drive around in your ice cream truck waiting for the kiddies and then kidnap girls and cut off their hands for your daughter so she could play piano? Wait.. that's a creepy movie and now I forget the name! Dammmmit.

  4. Courtney says:

    Well flying off is when there's so much force you let go even if you're holding on with everything you've got. Then you go underwater, and you hope you come back up..

  5. Iris says:

    Well the thing was I used to be a grocery kid specifically the pushcart-type of kid. I always loved pulling groceries off the shelves and surrounding myself in tin cans, packs and cartons.

    HAHA! Yeah you're so stalking me on Twitter, though I don't have an idea why you followed me in the first place. Btw, though I love the color red your blog is much darker for me. Mysterious-type eh? Anyway, thanks for commenting on my last post Justin!

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  8. Niall says:

    Hey im Niall

    That's hilarious!!!

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